Best of the Night: Billie EilishActually Looks Happier Than Ever
Did Billie Eilish even know she was performing at the Grammys? The way she rocked out while singing “Happier Than Ever,” jumping up and down and smiling at her brother, guitarist-producer Finneas, she seemed like she was owning a moment all her own. Not even pouring rain — or the fact that she would walk away with zero trophies among the seven she was nominated for, an egregious shutout given the year she had — could ruin the good time she was having on top of a prop mobile home as she belted “Just leave me aloooo-ho-ho-hone.” But she didn’t lose herself completely; she still remembered to hold up her T-shirt, repping late Foo Fighters drummer Taylor Hawkins, sharing in her triumph.
Lyrics
When I’m away from you, I’m happier than ever Wish I could explain it better I wish it wasn’t true, hm Give me a day or two to think of something clever To write myself a letter To tell me what to do, mm-mmm
Do you read my interviews? Or do you skip my avenue? (My avenue) When you (when you) said you were passing through Was I even on your way? I knew when I asked you to (when I asked you to) Be cool about what I was telling you You’d do the opposite of what you said you’d do (what you said you’d do) And I’d end up more afraid
Don’t say it isn’t fair You clearly weren’t aware that you made me miserable So if you really wanna know
When I’m away from you (when I’m away from you) I’m happier than ever (happier than ever) Wish I could explain it better (wish I could explain it better) I wish it wasn’t true (wish it wasn’t true), mmm-hmm
You call me again, drunk in your Benz Driving home under the influence You scared me to death, but I’m wasting my breath ‘Cause you only listen to your fucking friends I don’t relate to you I don’t relate to you, no ‘Cause I’d never treat me this shitty You made me hate this city
And I don’t talk shit about you on the internet Never told anyone anything bad ‘Cause that shit’s embarrassing, you were my everything And all that you did was make me fucking sad
So don’t waste the time I don’t have And don’t try to make me feel bad I could talk about every time that you showed up on time But I’d have an empty line ’cause you never did Never paid any mind to my mother or friends So I shut ’em all out for you ’cause I was a kid
You ruined everything good Always said you were misunderstood Made all my moments your own Just fucking leave me alone
“We should take this back to my place” That’s what she said right to my face ‘Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby I’ve been thinking ’bout it all day And I hope you feel the same way, yeah ‘Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby
Slow, slow hands Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I’m leaving here without you on me I, I know Yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stoppin’ Your plans and those Slow hands (woo) Slow hands
I just wanna take my time We could do this, baby, all night, yeah ‘Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby
Slow, slow hands Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I’m leaving here without you on me I, I know Yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stoppin’ Your plans and those Slow hands (woo)
Fingertips puttin’ on a show Got me now and I can’t say no Wanna be with you all alone Take me home, take me home Fingertips puttin’ on a show Can’t you tell that I want you, baby, yeah
Slow hands Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I’m leaving here without you on me I, I know Yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stoppin’ Slow hands Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I’m leaving here without you on me I, I know Yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stoppin’ Your plans and those slow hands (woo)
Party at the beach down in Copacabana Sipping Killepitsch, got my black yoga pants on Me and Brittany, we’ve been down in Atlanta Sweating in the club, call me Dirty Diana Flexing like a yogi, drop it down with your hands up Do a handstand, bend it back, put your legs up I ain’t got no worries, I’m my own private dancer My own private dancer
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
Crown on my head but the world on my shoulder I’m too much a rebel, never do what I’m supposed ta Bend it never break it, baby watch and I’ma show ya Stretching on my cash, got my money doing yoga Sometimes I’m peachy, and sometimes I’m vulgar Even when I’m sleeping I got one eye open You cannot police me, so get off my areola Get off my areola
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga
Flex (Yoga)
I said yoga, she did that yoga Looking for my loafers, man I woke up in a toga She left my collar on like she my owner So when she downward dog I jump up on her I lo-lo-love the way you bend it, oh Lord I’d love to break you in Oh Lord I’d stretch you out and in, oh Lord now you should tell a friend Oh Lord I pray, I pray that young girl come on over And let they bum-bum do that yoga
I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, wanna dance all night I wanna last, wanna last forever I wanna dance, dance, dance all night Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let me see you do that yoga Baby bend over, baby bend over Baby bend over, let your booty do that yoga